The very long story that was my last week ended with an emergency trip to the veterinarian on Sunday afternoon. A couple medium-length stories later it would seem that my beloved American Eskimo dog Quinn is suffering from something called Cushing’s Disease.
Cushing’s is eerily comparable to my RA; the body makes too much of something that is ordinarily good for it. So things go wonky. But, like RA, it can be managed. Not cured, but managed. For the cost of a couple of restaurant dinners a month, we most likely will have our dog returned to as much “normal” as he ever was.
Now for the truly troubling thing, the thing that has interrupted my sleep and made me thoroughly grouchy with the Universe. Most pet owners discover their dog has Cushing’s Disease when an older, formerly housebroken pet begins peeing in the house with great frequency. Once the Cushing’s treatment is begun, the peeing almost immediately reverts back to the housebroken version.*
It would seem, however, that a great many people opt for simply euthanising their pet when this happens.
Let that sink in.
The dog is still completely all “there” mentally. They aren’t incapacitated in any way. They just have uncontrollable urination because they are sick. Sick with something treatable. Instead of treating the symptoms or even buying a couple Simple Solution Male Incontinence Wraps** they just KILL THEIR DOG.
Kill. Their. Dog.
Yes, having your dog urinate indoors is really gross, really annoying and really tiresome. But there are really several solutions for dealing with this. Deciding to end a life because it has inconvenienced you is sort of Kardashian, don’t you think?
*We were like everyone else. I’m sure Chem-Dry will be sending Quinn a Christmas card this year.
**I highly recommend these. And since Quinn has always liked to be Decorated, he feels special in his new Blue Pants.